.."At moments like these, Roxanne couldn't deny her role as a submissive slut. She squealed in sweet agony as her body responded to the degradation of...being fucked by the fingers of an anonymous letter writer. By the time she could breathe again, her face and hair were completely soaked. The faint taste of the toilet water was even in her mouth.It took her a minute to realize that she was alone again. The door closed behind her.Roxanne lifted the toilet seat from the base of her neck, and tried. " to "YOU'RE NAKED IN FRONT OF JOHN!" The second part clearly had some catching up to do. Either way, I don't think I'd been happier. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and cooking spray in hand, I spun around and fixed him with my most sultry look."Care for some breakfast Master?"That got him. His eyebrows went up, and he stopped mid-step. His lips quirked into a smile, and he responded, "That would be perfect, after coffee. And you better wear an apron, I don't want any unsightly burn marks. My mind is wandering to what I should do for her.Suddenly she asks me, "Didn't you say you can cum more than once?" Yes"And she leans over, grabs me again and says , "I wanna see". And she drops her head down again. She starts sucking and flicking the tip again. Head bobbing with urgency and I stir to life. I feel my cock growing and her urgency increasing. Up, down, up, down, up, down. Fast. Intense. Urgent."I'm cumming!" And she sucks it all down again."You have a real nice cock, I like it a. " "So why did you have me, mother?" War or no war, life goes on. Nobody ever suspected. I received news that my family had been killed in an air raid and so I thought I might even settle here after the war ended." Well, lucky for you there's an amnesty for Nazi spies nowadays, mother. You know they'd have hanged you if you'd been caught, don't you? Well, I have to hand it to you, you're a brave bastard, and nobody ever knew how brave you were." She dropped her gaze and stared at her feet, her.